I Am Walking On Sharp Edges

Hold me tight, my friend, I am going to sail in damnation. Between devil and saint I have lost my home. A wooden ship is on fire at the turbulent sea and I am going to welcome you on the starboard. I would keep the funeral in waiting. Flowering of the ashes has begun in urn. Sitting in semicircle, you watch the spilling. Bones meet mother earth. Death creates the challenge. Go for a tree, watch your silence, we are going for a contradiction. The thoughts are same, but not similar. I am walking on sharp edges. SATISH VERMA